As you know, I am “Soft as soap” when it comes to animals.  So when a pigeon walks into the ambulance station looking for help with his broken wing, it’s me he comes to.

The diagnosis of a broken wing is fairly easy to come to, as the wound is visible.  Unfortunately in East London there are no emergency 24 hour vet clinics, so I phoned the RSPCA who sent someone to come and collect it.

I was promptly mocked by some of my station-mates, one particularly evil woman wanted to wring it’s neck, but she doesn’t think that birds and fish are animals.

While I know that the chances of the RSPCA putting the pigeon to sleep are high, the man who collected it told me that if the break is not too near the shoulder they’ll let it rest and heal.

Either way, it’ll mean that I can face myself in the mirror, and sleep tonight.

Someone who I would like to wring their neck, is the gang of children who thought that it would be entertaining to throw a brick at our ambulance station.  They managed to crack a window, which will need replacing – and it’s likely that they will get away with this mindless act of vandalism.

Unfortunately this sort of disrespect is all too common for the emergency services, it’s what leads people to think that it is clever to shoot at firemen with air rifles, attack ambulance staff and do unspeakable things to the police.